Woodstock Bluegrass Jamboree Tonight

Tonight was  the night the Woodstock Community Church presented the monthly WOODSTOCK BLUEGRASS JAMBOREE.

Not only were we entertained by the OUT OF THE BLUE BAND and THE JOT 'EM BOYS, we got to attend a covered dish dinner.

On This Date In History, July 6,

1971 Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong jazz musician (Hello Dolly), died at 70

Cajun Gulf Seafood - We will be back.

Today  we had lunch at Cajun Gulf Seafood.  They offer varieties of combinations  of different kinds of fish, shellfish,  and apparently  some hushpuppies, french fries, and a slice of white loaf bread, and a small salad decorate each plate.

You can have Cajun or not Cajun.  I ordered Cajun Catfish and shrimp.   The only difference I saw in the non-Cajun Anna ordered  and Cajun dishes is that the Cajun dishes come with a little cup that looks like a dry-rub, but ahh, it is much spicier.    I think the slice of white loaf bread could have been left off, after all the fish and the shrimp are breaded and it comes with hushpuppies.

I thought the shrimp was good and so was the fish, but on the fish the breaded coat slid off like a sweater, on my plate and Anna's. which I think is a good thing,  Fried foods aren't good for  us anyway.

While we were there two men came in, not together.  I think one ordered a bucket of crawfish and the other ordered a bucket of some kind of boil that had potatoes in it.  They sat down in different parts of the room and focused in on biting heads off, sucking, and whatever else you do to buckets of things like that.  I could tell each knew what they were doing.

We will probably go back.  We forgot to use our coupon.   They are located on the 4-Lane next to Bojangles across from Walker School or the old Sprayberry High School .

And Then What?

After we declared our Independence from England we had to put up or shut up.  There was a war with a lot of hangings and shootings.  To make a long story short:  We won!

My ancestor William Trammell and his brothers fought the Brits  at different points in the Carolinas with the last one for him at the Battle of Kings Mountain, North Carolina.    His arm was sliced off during combat.  He lived to be about 86 years old and is buried at the First Methodist Church in Franklin, North Carolina.  

Tuba Skinny Honks Out "Freight Train Blues"

My favorite free wheeling band that make their own rules as they go:

Why We Do What We Do Today

Happy 4th of July!

Today's barbecue, marching bands, patriotic concerts,  other concerts,  hot dogs, beer, road races, fire crackers, fireworks, watermelon, and all the other tools we use to celebrate this day, remember there would be no celebration if it wasn't for this document:

Moon's Store

This is  Darling Moon (1885-1955) and his wife Lena Foster (1877-1939).  Lena was my mother-in-law Marie's aunt.  She was born in the Alpharetta- Milton Area.  Darling was born in Monroe, Georgia. She and Darling owned a store on Roswell Street in Marietta.  They sold the property and it became the home of Johnson Tire Company, almost across the street from Roswell Street Baptist Church.

They are both buried at Mountain View Cemetery, in Marietta.

Ray Ruggles commented:  About 1946 we lived on Aviation St and one afternoon Mother went to the store you wrote about. She took me, age 4 and my sister age 6.  When we got to Roswell Street I broke and ran across to the store and half way across the street I was hit and run over by a car. I can only remember the big black wheels of the car as I lay under the car. Except for the butt whipping I was unhurt. Thanks for the memories!

Checking Out QUARTET

Checking out QUARTET.  We recently watched the movie QUARTET.  As with all good British comedies I think you can describe it as "charming" and "delightful".  It seems in the few years the Brits have made their eccentric elderly (in a group) delightful to watch.  The movie was directed by actor, Little Big Man, and Rain Man himself,  Dusty Hoffman.  The Brit elderly made such movies as THE FULL MONTY,  CALENDAR GIRS, and WAKING NED DEVINE , about a dead man winning the lottery, and many more. 

This time they  are retired at the Beecham House, which is a home for retired  gifted musicians.  Just that much is enough to make a good movie, elderly, all performers , living under one roof, and all have a sparkle in their eyes and love life, and of course music, which there is constant performing of all sorts, chamber music, slap stick rehearsals.    And of course being entertainers  their vanity and egos and the number of curtain calls their public demanded of them played a big drive in the movie.

The retirement home is in the British Country side of rolling hills which is a peaceful pastoral setting.   I not sure if the retirement home owns all the surrounding  land or if they are just lucky.  By the way, a little mini-Google research tells that the Beecham House is patterned after a real house with the same purpose, Casa di Ripose Musicisti which are started by Giuseppa Verdin.

There are several themes or plots weaved in the story, all successful formula:  An ex-wife/true love shows up to live there which drives the ex-husband/true love bananas;  the rest home may have to close down if they don't earn enough money to pay for expenses - hey!  They are all talented people, they will put on a show!  The ex-wife/true love is an expert opera singer and is known worldwide for her song in the opera Rigoletto (played by Maggie Smith), vowed never to sing that song again.  By the way, that same plot played well with RAMBO .   She was tricked with her biggest weakness: vanity.

Charming  movie!

PAUL LIVES!!!

We don't get out often so when we do I am  awed by all around me, just like a 9 year  old boy in a carnival strip show the first time.

We rode the elevator with my friend Marvin Young who was on his way to check on Paul Roper, who was having knee replacement  this same day. 

We first went to visit the surgeon who took my gall bladder out and this time he took out the remaining staples, which were more painful  than it was to remove than the gall bladder.  He also had a joke a minute, which I hope was free.

After the visit to the surgeon we were trying to decide where to eat, either Paul's Pot Pies or David Poe's Barbecue.  Because Paul's Pot Pies is just down the street a few blocks and a turn on Mill Street we decided to go there.  When we turned up Mill Street a sign was in Paul's window saying he was closed for the  first week of July.  Paul decided for us where to eat.  We went to David Poe's. 

As we were getting out of the car in front of Poe's Barbecue #2 two little old men were stepping down from the curb, leaving the restaurant and one of the little old dried up men let out a blast of a belch that would blow your hat off and  or if you didn't have a hat it would at least part your hair.    I have never seen such a runt of person let out such a loud belch. 

We did not eat the macaroni  and cheese, or aka "Red neck Lasagna" - we have had it there before.   I  do not have my full appetite back yet.

Afterwards, we looked for a place to get our CRV exhaust tested.  As strange as it seems, the next three or four testing stations were closed or their system was down.  I begin to wonder if there was a conspiracy.    Finally, we found one opened and working and the fellow checked it out for us, cheaper too!

We went to one of the tag offices.  As we entered there was a sign telling things you could not do after you went through those doors.  One was smoking, which is understandable and another was do not use your cell phone.

You pull a number out of the little machine and have a seat in the waiting room for your number to be called.  It looked like at least 75% of the people sitting were using their cell phone.  One guy close to us was placing a food delivery on his, very loudly.  That's what I like, people go by the rules so things will go smoothly.

When we got home I had two phone messages from Arnold Guest.  The first one was reminding me Paul Roper's surgery was today.   The second one was Arnold telling that the doctor said the surgery went great and in just a couple of hours Paul will be sent to a private room.

PAUL LIVES!!!   That boy is resilient as a roach. 

Larry Miller

I received an email from Larry's wife Milly Miller.  Here is a portion of it:

Thank you for re-posting Larry’s fund raising letter so frequently. I wanted to let you know that we have been blessed to receive the maximum matching amount of $10,000. This gives us $20,000 with the matching funds and we believe it should be enough to pay for his prescription drugs as long as my insurance is as good as it is now. That’s a big question with the state of our current health care issues but we have reason to rejoice right now and thank everyone for their help.  PS: he is doing AWESOME. All of his bronchoscopy’s have shown, no infection, no rejection. That is the best you can get. His blood work continues to be very good also. Can’t wait to see everyone again, minus the oxygen tanks.

This has been posted many times. Everyday when I had a new post this one slides down more out of view. When it slides off the page it is time to repost. Hi!

Have you ever faced a life-threatening illness for which there is no treatment or cure?
Have you ever become overwhelmed by the costs of your illness?
Have you ever had to rely on your family and friends to make a life-saving difference on your behalf?

Larry faced these conditions all at once. Larry was diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis, Emphysema, and Pulmonary Hypertension. There are no treatments for these diseases and there was no hope for him without a lung transplant.

Larry was evaluated and approved for a bi-lateral lung transplant at Emory University Hospital in April.

On May 14th Larry received the call from Emory saying they had lungs for him. His transplant was performed on the 15th with excellent results. Due to the generosity of the donor’s family, he received a very healthy set of young lungs (to use the surgeon’s words). Larry is recovering exceedingly well and was released to go home on the 31st of May. He is gaining strength each day by following his drug regimen very carefully and by following a vigorous program of Pulmonary Rehabilitation. 

His recovery is great news, but with it comes enormous annual costs for post-transplant treatments and medications. I have known Larry and been his friend since the 5th grade (1953) so I offered to head up his fundraising committee. We are working to help Larry raise money to cover some of these costs. Fortunately, Larry qualified for a matched account in the Georgia Transplant Foundation’s (GTF) Fundraising Program, GTF will match every dollar we raise up to a maximum of $10,000, and then they will hold the money and administer the distribution for Larry’s medication expenses.

We need Your Support to reach the $10,000 Goal! Please consider making a donation to help us raise the funds Larry will need to buy post-transplant medications which will support the maintenance of his transplant.

How to Donate:
Checks/money orders should be made payable to Georgia Transplant Foundation with Larry’s name in the memo section of your check. Please mail checks/money orders to Georgia Transplant Foundation, Attention: Transplant Fundraising Program, 500 Sugar Mill Road, Suite 107-A, Atlanta GA 30350. An envelope is enclosed for your convenience. Thank you for supporting this life-saving campaign.

The Georgia Transplant Foundation, a non-profit organization that provides financial, educational, and emotional assistance to Georgia’s transplant community, is assisting us in our fundraising efforts. If you have questions or want further verification, please see the Georgia Transplant Foundation website at www.gatransplant.org or email TFP@gatransplant.org.

If you have already made a donation, please accept our thanks.

Sincerely,
Paul Roper
Committee Chairman

SUNDAY FUNNIES: ACES HIGH: NEW C. O..

Art by Jack Davis.  

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2008 Bell Reunion, Marietta, Georgia

I just posted on my flickr page pictures I took of the Bell Reunion in 2008.  If you are in your late 60s or 70s chances are you will recognize some of these people.  Also, if you know them well, you will see some that are no longer with us.

One thing we all have in common, during our reunions we suddenly become elderly teenagers.

Click below:



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My Get Well Blog Post

People get get-well cards all the time.  But it is not often a blog post is made in honor of a person ill, hoping he will get well soon.

http://paranoiastrikesdeep.blogspot.com/

My blogging/MAD/ EC-Comics/Spirit Comics/did I miss any?  buddy El Postino did just that  on his blog Paranoia Strikes Deep..  I would tell you of our friendship, how it was nourished about 20 years ago but he El Postino already did that in my get-well post:.  So, I might as well get some Blog mileage out of it too, right?:

Get well quick to my fellow Madman, Eddie

My friend, Eddie, is not feeling too well these days. He’s having some medical problems that we all hope can be taken care of soon. Ed and I met through the old Prodigy service, in 1992, when both we and computer technology were young. We introduced ourselves on a DOS-based bulletin board devoted to EC Comics and specifically Mad, of which we were both lifetime fans.

Eddie, like me, loves the inspired craziness of editor/writer Harvey Kurtzman and artist Will (then known as Bill) Elder.  The title of Eddie’s blog, Chicken Fat, comes from the old Mad comics.

Here’s one of my favorite Mad stories, a spoof called “Frank N. Stein!” I scanned it from a comic book called The Nostalgic Mad. From 1972 through 1980 the publishers of Mad magazines produced eight issues reprinting the best of the classic comic book Mad, which they bound into their issues of Mad Special. This is from issue #15, 1974.

I hope it’ll help Eddie on his road to recovery. Get well soon, Ed!

Today is National Hand Shake Day

Today is National Handshake Day. Handshakes make the word go around, Nation heads shake hands promising each other peace, people shake hand to start interacting, and the all levels of business deals are sealed with a handshake.  If suddenly, we all stopped shaking hands, we all might implode.

Before I went into the Navy I worked at Eastman Atlantic Mfg Co, on Chattahoochee Avenue, in Atlanta.  The branch manager had the worse grip of anybody I ever shook hands with.  I always felt a firm handshake was a sign that they appreciated that they were shaking hands with me.  The branch manager would present his hand, so to speak, limp and dangling,  did he expect people to kiss it and then courtesy?

23 Sikdoo!

My kin living the fast life in Marietta, Ga, c1921 - 22:

My uncle Herbert Hunter and his uncle Ed Tyson (my great uncle), two wild and crazy guys on the prowl.

The young lady on the right is my aunt Beatrice Hunter, which would become Bee Hunter Crain in the near future.

Little Big Horn

Today in History, 1876, was the Battle of Little Big Horn, also known as Custard's Last Stand.  General George Armstrong Custard was killed in action.  No more primping for George.

Megan McGlover Weighs In on Paula and the N Word

Megan McGlover has a basic realization of what is right and wrong.  She is worth listening to:

Ruth Athea Bruce Prance Nugent

Ruth about 1970

James Earl, Jr "Jamie" Prance and his mother Ruth, August 2010

Ruth Bruce Prance Nugent died Saturday at age 89.  Ruth was Anna's aunt,  Anna's father's brother's wife.  She worked at Riches at Cobb Center in the ladies finer coats and I hear she was a good saleslady.  People asked for her.

I think  the reason she was such a good sales person is because I don't think she was as interested in the product as she was you.  She was very much a person to person type of person.  When I first married into the family in 1967 I was very impressed on how kind and friendly she was.  And later, when our first born Rocky came alone Ruth welcome him with opened arms and had his grandparents bring him over to play at her house  several times.

The last time I saw her was at Lowe's about a year ago.  Her son Jamie was pushing her in a wheelchair.  I think she was in poor health then.  Of course the wheelchair was a giveaway, another reason is that Jamie did all the talking for them - Ruth was not the type to let anyone do all the talking.

My Big Gallbladder Stones Attack Adventure

Several months ago, it might have been as early as fall of last year, at the hospital's imaging center they discovered I had gallstones.   My GP recommended a surgeon.  We visited him and his main question was, "do they bother you?"

"Well, ....no."

He told us many people live a life time with gallstones and never know they have them.   But if I wanted them out they would accommodate me.  It was my call.  A cut in my pretty stomach  My call: NO.

Anna had hers out  about a year earlier when she found she had  gallstones.   A wise choice I found out.

As the months continued I noticed at times when I pigged out on fatty type of  food, or something heavily doused in mayonnaise I got a very stomach-bloated feeling and I had to take it easy for the next day.

My bloatness  times increased.  Did I get the message my body was trying to send me?  It was LOUD and clear (if you get what I mean).  Nope, Good looking mouth watering food overruled any common sense that I may have.

Most recently at a sandwich shop near the hospital which we eat  at occasionally we had chicken salad sandwiches.  Mine was delicious .  But as soon as I had eaten it I realized than I had just been consumed by a big glob of  mayonnaise.  Our roles were reversed,  the mayo was consumer and I was the consumeree. 

I was sick all the next day.

Then just a couple days later we went to an all you can eat country-cooking buffet.  That was on a Monday.  Tuesday morning I was  sick and lifeless which lasted until Friday or Saturday.  By the way, if you are interested in scientific experiments, again I proved that drinking a Coke to settle your stomach is an old wives' tale, it is like throwing gasoline on to a fire..... like I said that is not the first time I disproved that theory.  It seems I would learn, doesn't it?

Saturday  I had part if a sandwich.  I was trying to get well for Fathers' Day the following day . or at least be able to fake it to smile and talk during a meal.  Our son and daughter-in-law and we were going out.  Where they were here we decided instead of food I needed ER treatment.    We spent the rest of the day in the ER and the next 5 days at the hospital.

When we arrived at the ER I was almost immediately sent to a little room, placed in a wheel chair and someone took my vitals and asked how come I was there so they would know what to look for.  There were a few us lined up in little red wheel chairs and the way they were painted and lined up it made be think we were about to partake in a bumper car race.

A male nurse was getting the vitals from someone and he asked the patient what was the problem, or why was he there.  The man said he thought his hand was broken. 

"Why do you think  it is broken?"

"It hurts like it is broken."

"Did you bang it against something?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"A wall".

"A wall?"

"yes, I hit a wall with my first hard".

"Were you trying to hurt someone?"

"No."

"Was someone trying to hurt you?"

"No."

"Were you drinking?"

"Yes, I had a few beers.... look man, I didn't know I was going to be questioned!"

"I have to ask you questions based on what you say..."

An orderly grabbed my wheel chair and began to roll me back.  I wanted to say ask him to wait a few minutes, I'll like to hear the rest of that conversation, but  as discreet as I am, I said nothing.

From this point on the rest of our visit for the next five and half days I found the hospital staff were very friendly and almost everyone had a accent of some kind, I heard Doctor Zhivargo, those two wild and crazy guys on Saturday night Live, Cisco and Puncho, Count Dracula, a KGB spy, and lastly but not least a mixture of Beverly Hillbillies and Hee Haw.

Anna was back with me when we went back to the ER.  We were put in a curtain cubical.  There were three cubicles alongside the wall.  The good thing about curtain cubicles you can overhear everything  the neighbors are saying and the bad thing is that the neighbors can overhear everything you are saying.

A young man in the next cube was born in 1991.  About 22 years old?  By the conversation between him and his medical giver he was in some kind of dirt bike a-rama  thing near either Dallas or Cartersville.  The medic person asked him about how many feet was he in free flight.... I took this as being flung from his vehicle and was flying through the air.  He said, "about 70 feet."

"70 feet?"

"Yes  - the jump is 50 feet.... and  bla bla bla....."

I wanted to holler out, "Speak out!  I can't hear over here!"

And on the other side a young lady or teenager was pregnant.  She just found out.   She was estimated 7 months pregnant.

Speak up!

They determined I was having a gallstone attack.  They could not just remove the gallbladder because there were complications involved:  I am on Plavix, a blood thinner.  They would have to wait until the Plavix to wear off.  Exactly when did I take my last Plavix pill?  That is easy, Saturday night.  They said they could operate on probably Thursday or  Friday.  The second item was my count, whatever that is, and my temperature, and maybe one or two other symptoms which had the signature of a renegade gallstone that might be plugging up a valve hole or something.  They would have the GI group to give me a closer look by MRI and determine where that little rascal renegade gallstone was and then a tube down through me somehow and mechanically pick it up.  Shit!

The surgery coordinator I was assigned to put me on a "nothing by mouth" diet.  Nothing by Mouth means nothing.  I got fluids through the iv and that was it.  Speaking of IVs, my iv tubing was continuously tangling itself up and it would beep  and beep until they came to fix it.  Finally it got where if I just moved my arm slightly it would shot working and start beeping.  The nurses  showed me how to press start again and press the iv selections.  Which I'm sure they enjoyed their extra time.  One day it kept beeping and I couldn't get it back running correctly and the nurse came in several times and got it running but before she left good it would start beeping again.  She told me I was just going to have to keep my hand still.  As she was telling me this and my hand was in plain view being still, it started beeping again.  She called the unit to have them come and jab a new iv hole.

Speaking of holes in my arm, before the week was over both my arms were full of holes and bruises.  I told the nurse drawing blood  when I left there if the cops pulled me over and they saw my arms my car would be searched for sure.  

I should note that I don't think anytime for those five nights in the hospital I got over 20 minutes in a row of good sleep..... well, any sleep.

For five day we saw a long list of professional medical people to come and check on me.  Members of  my cardiologist's staff, doctors and nurses kept the door swinging, along with the GI team members, gastrologists (?), one person with a plastic looking toy that he insisted I blow in every hour, ten times, and one well fit doctor in his 30s who looked like the poster child of an aggressive sportsman  and exerciser, bounded in one day, didn't identify himself, he just ask was I OK, and I said, "Yeah, considering..." and before we could have a chuckle over my wise-crack he was out the door before it even slung shut.  Who was that man?  I bet he is very self-centered and cried when his  Little League team lost and if he ever made a mistake on the sporting field he managed to blame it on someone else.  I guess each of them saying  "Howdy-you-do? will be priced and invoiced and we start seeing statements from various medical groups will start coming soon.

There were one lady that had an interesting air about her. It seems she had a wry smile on her face all the time and seemed to sense the ironic  humor in humans intermingling.  She would usually ask me if they did so and so, and based on what I said she elaborated.    She had an accent and reminded me of a KGB agent - she needed a trench coat to complete my  interpretation of her

One student nurse came through one day with the nurse watching everything she did and wrote it down and sometimes asked her why she did something.  She was a very serious learner.  Later that same day she came back and ask if I mind if she ask me some questions about my illness, which I truthfully answered everything she asked.   Somehow it came out that she loved dogs and she has a part whippet and part something else, but looks like a pit bull dog.  While we were in such a jovial mood talking about our dogs we asked her if she had any children.  She was taken by our question and was silent for a few moments.... damn, what did we say wrong?   Then she finally spoke, saying one thing as a nurse she was taught is not to divulge too much private information about yourself.   Then, she broke her own self-imposed rule and told us she was pregnant.  We congratulated her.  She  left and we didn't see her again.

The older nurses seemed to have cared less about divulging or TMI.  Bah!

During my near-week at the hospital over the PA system they announced "Town Hall Meeting" in the auditorium two to four times a day.   One nurse told me she had been there 31 years and has yet attended one of those meetings, she said she had to eat her lunch working, do I think she was going to waste her work time hearing about the hospital long range plans?  She shooed the thought away like swatting a fly.

Just like the Wheels of Justice move slowly, so do the Wheels of Medicine.  One group can't  make their move until  the group ahead of them do their thing.

But the day we thought the GI people should do their exploring we had the nurse to call and asked when they were going to do me.  They said they had no paper work on me.    Back to the drawing board.

Finally that day or the next they came and did my MIR.  The thing is by the time they got the orders and did the MRI the little renegade gallstone had moved on, probably flushed away with the water the IVs has been dripping into me.  And my temperature was back to normal and so were the numbers. 

My surgery to have the gallbladder removed was Thursday.  A team came in and made sure I was properly cleaned, stripped down with no clothes except my hospital gown, watch removed, and ring we  compromised.  I was rolled onto a gurney and down the corridors and elevators and down more corridors until we reached the operating complex.  While being pushed looking ahead I thought it would be neat to have my camera with me to video the trip down the halls, you see lots of people mulling about talking, reading orders, reading newspapers, and just hanging out.  It would make an interesting video.  Then I thought of how I would look holding a video being gurneyed down the hall and I was reminded me I only had on a hospital gown.  Damn, when the people looked up to see the gurney noise what all did they see flapping in the wind go by them?

In the operating staging cubicles again we had fabric cubicles that you could hear other people talk.  One guy with a very loud voice was telling someone with him he does all kinds of workouts every day in a gym and so far this year has ran over 19,000 miles.  He said an actual number, like 19,745 but I didn't retain it, I wasn't compulsive over his stats as he was.  But I do know he said he ran at least 19,000 miles this year.  That was June 20.  June 20 was the 171st day of 2013.   If you divide 19,000 by 171 you will see that the guy was claiming to average slightly over 111 miles each day.  

That is a lot of time improving one's body for endurance, which is commendable but when did he find time for just routine daily routines like sleep, eating, yard work, whatever.  As he told whomever he was talking to, "I'm the real thing!"

Well, as long as he is still talking he will always have a favorite subject to talk about.

The operation went smoothly, or I suppose it did.  I only remember them putting me back in my hospital bed back in my room.   Additional to my IV they hooked me up to some additional devices or gadgets.  I had an oxygen breathing tube, both lower parts of my legs wrapped in air tubes  that was tighten up whenever they felt it was needed, which was about every ten or fifteen minutes, and maybe a heart monitor, I forgot.

With all the tubes and wires wrapped around me I found it almost impossible to urinate.  There was a plastic urinal by the bed for my convenience but found it hard and complicated to use.  The wires and tubes were pulled tight and some was in a tangle.  It was hard to stand at the edge of my bed and pee into the plastic urinal.  I had to stoop over balanced on one leg with the other pulled upward by the tubes.  They were trying to flush me so was pumping fluids by the IV to I was forced to pee about once an hour, and each time I had to do an acrobatic act.

Now, I had a tube coming out of my stomach into an overflow bottle, so I could not lay on my side.  I cannot sleep on my back.  From exhaustion a couple of times I almost nodded off to sleep only to gently woken by the feeling of huge snakes coiling around my legs.

After a whole night without a wink of sleep a doctor the next morning was telling me what an great invention the tubes around the legs are, he said that will keep you from having cramps.  I told him that thing kept me awake when I could be sleeping and which is more valuable a stroke from sleep deprivation or no leg cramps?  He looked at me with a frozen smile  and left with his clipboard.  

I was released Friday with an overflow tube attached to a little bottle, which I will have to have remove early in the week.  I am gradually getting my appetite and energy back.  Now, it only hurt when I giggle.

PS - One thing I almost forgot, a nurse was helping me one day and was getting me ready for bed and giving me the proper medicines and she asked me, "Do they give you Tylenol at the Home?" 

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! HELP''s GOODMAN BEAVER and Archie

This article written by editor Harvey Kurtzman and illustrated by Will Elder almost caused the end of HELP Magazine.  It's target was the PLAYBOY Lifestyle.  However, the ARCHIE publisher was more offended than PLAYBOY publisher Hugh Hefner.  Go figure.

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